You could stay here," I said softly. "If he does leave."He rubbed his arms, like...

You could stay here," I said softly. "If he does leave."
He rubbed his arms, like he was getting cold. His gaze was down, but his jaw was set in that way I knew well, ready to refuse. Only he didn't want to refuse. He wanted to know that if it came down to that, his dad leaving, he could stay here. I could see that worry and that need wearing away at his pride until finally he grunted, "Yeah. Okay."